Tuesday, 21 December 2004

2 sleeps.

I'm quite surprised I haven't been spewing all over my desk with excitement. I'm going home to Australia on Wednesday, and i'm so excited I feel sick. It's 2 sleeps until then, and then another 47 over the long-haul flight, but as i've told many friends who baulk at such long travelling times, it's simply a means to end for me, and I really couldn't give a stuff if I have to sit on a plane for so long. Although I must admit to hoping for a movie screen right in the seat in front of me, and no smelly loud person next to me.

Perhaps I should step on a dog poo and raise my voice to get a little personal space...